Henry-Cameron Allen
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Thankfulness swells as I feel myself
securely threaded back
into the vast tapestry of existence.
My strand of being, once frayed,
now stretches beyond the horizon of perception, weaving through the cosmic loom.
This intricate design of life
forever shapes itself
around me,
through me,
because of me.
I've been patched back together by the steady hands
of those who refused to let go of my heart and hand,
their kindness strengthening fibers.
Now I’ve become one
who reinforces the weakened edges
of souls unraveling in solitude.
As my own thread
thins with age,
my child's love becomes my anchor,
a dyed-fast brilliant cord
tied to my fading hue.
I, who once guided small fingers
through the labyrinth of living,
now feel that same hand leading me
ever towards the unknown.
In the hush of twilight,
when the weaver's work slows,
I trace the patterns we've created
Together.
Our lives interlace,
a complex weave of joy and despair,
gain and grief, light and shadow.
This grand design, ever-shifting,
holds us all in its infinite embrace.
Past, present, and future
blend in a timeless chronicle.
And when my thread reaches its end,
I'll dissolve into the greater whole,
my essence forever part of the fabric.
Yet even then, our connection endures,
for in this cosmic tapestry,
we remain eternally bound
by the resilient strands of hope and memory.
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